Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.